I can’t tell you how many times the concept of this story has run across my mind. I’m a bit relieved to know I’m not the only one. No one really knows for sure, there are things out there that we just cannot comprehend.
When I had my most ludicrous peaks on mushrooms, I talked to God. I never would have believed. When I asked him questions, it was I who answered. I knew that I was God. It was a feeling that I could not explain. It did not make sense to me until I read this story.
This is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time, the wholeness of experiencing every single thought, feeling every emotion, the lowest and the highest is truly to me what makes a god. I also like to think that this is true and the guy who wrote it was actually the one person meant to remember that encounter and share it with the world, remembering it on a subconcious level and pulling it out of the ether of a creative mind.
This really raises some answers for those that feel like they were meant to have lived in another time. But there are other sentient animals. I suppose they count? Confusing stuff. Of course I recognize that the key to life is giving, and to help and love another is to help and love oneself, in any way you might perceive it. You put yourself out into the world and you’ll find the world accommodating you, unbelievably. Somehow, even a phrase such as “the meaning of life is to give life meaning” falls away, because there’s no such thing as selfishness. My legacy would be nice to know, but I’ve long come to terms with the possibility of my death, and I’ve never had reason to be angry as long as I’ve known that I will have tried my hardest. To not give up, never surrender, per sé. Another has told me that I’m probably rejecting this life, and I know I certainly was when I was younger… but finding the self-mastery that will allow me to carry on with my current life is a blessing in and of itself from out of this world. Finally, this is something I came to entirely on my own, with guidance from martial arts instructors perhaps: no matter who you are, every single human being on this planet is more akin to me than I’ll ever know, definitely moreso than even this “story” can propose.
